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An Old Friend

Defines the past,

present

and future.

Numbers

dictate me,

my life;

Us.

You and me

defined by age

segregated into sections-

fractions

that dictate

our beginnings and ends. 171 more words

Awake at 4am

The nightmares don’t go away. They settle into the night alongside the sounds of gentle snoring and the shifting water off the darkened fishtank. Nighttime is loud, and ominous; not for the darkness, but for the stillness. 216 more words

Writing

Sacrifice and Commitment

The sun had set while he sat there. The rough linen of his car seat sometimes pulled at the hairs on his arm and the sharp pain would jolt him back to reality. 1,112 more words

Prose

Tides.

Four years.

You would have freckles,

A small button nose

and tiny teeth-

that scare me a little.

You would cry

when I said no to treats. 54 more words

Trickle to Flood

She reminded him of his grandmother, stoic and unwavering, if he didn’t know any better he’d have thought her to be a statue, motionless and cold with not much as a glint of life to be detected. 326 more words

Poetry

This Town Will OD In A Gas Station Bathroom

I could feel it
that you were leaving
you were one that I
always believed in.

In December
you threw the ember
on my heart… 152 more words

Poetry

Living in the Now

Always try to forget the past, you’re no more there and try not to worry about the future, you’re not there yet. Just admit the fact that they are just states of mind and they never exist. 127 more words

Inspirational Motivation